Her Name

My roomate, apart of me.

a dear close friend, full of toxcity.

Welcomed at first, now just a burden.

Meet my friend, Anxiety.

Anxiety comes and goes as she please

She makes my life miserable and without any ease.

Some days I feel as though I have kicked her out

but then she comes back full force with out a doubt.

She does not like my relationships or let alone getting out of bed.

She prefers it her way nontheless.

Medications make her leave but only for a short time, you see.

I have begun to relize that maybe I need anxiety just as she needs me.

but that scares the hell out of me.